Stop Being Perfect

I don't know what people are up to
I may be daft but I had a dream
When you and I sat down above
On a frozen cloud
We sang it aloud
We never made a sound
I had something real to tell you
You scribbled on your palm
I followed your finger
We looked down to see
The sails were moving...
The sails were moving...
Wake up, the faces are talking
What's the plan, am I finally shut out?
I recall talk talking to
All the shiny mouths
And sticky black tongues
The working week's a drag
I had something real to tell you
You scribbled on your palm
I followed your finger
We looked down to see
The sails were moving...
The sails were moving...
I don't know what people are up to
I may be daft but I had a dream
Where you and I sat down above
On a frozen cloud
We sang it aloud
We never made a sound
I had something real to to tell you
You scribbled on your palm
I followed your finger
We looked down to see
The sails